what good is money if all that it nurtures is a family strong in the world but weak in their spirit?


the shadows of my past, they wont stop haunting me.
what i see in front of me is nothing but blue skies and beauty.
but my mind's eye travels ahead in pessimism.
that it might all be just a lovely dream that will once again be burst by the sharp prick of reality.


i told myself that you were right for me
but felt so lonely in your company
but that was love and its an ache i still remember.

perfection at 2:05 AM